| She a good girl, I’m a rude boy, but we attract
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| She got that act right
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| I attack that if she throw it back
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| We be slow dancing to Uncle Luke
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| I let her move how she wanna move
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| I never really talk too much
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| She don’t really want too
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| I know she’s down to ride
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| She knows in her I can fight
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| That ain’t really how she maneuver
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| We prefer hearts to desire
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| And I say the same thing about her panties (uh)
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| All her little friends can’t stand me
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| Cause they know
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| I would trade her love for a Grammy
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| But, she wanna, I wanna
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| And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright
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| That’s alright
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| And, she wanna, I wanna
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| And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright
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| That’s alright
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| I’m a fool for her when she do for me that I am
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| I got the walk right but I talk like I’m a man
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| Now, my family trying to find out where I spend all my time now
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| I don’t never tell them shit anytime she let me hit
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| I tell her that she’s the best
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| She can’t have all
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| I never give up no rest
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| She make me feel like she need me
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| We prefer hearts at the door
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| And I say the same thing about her panties (uh)
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| All her little friends can’t stand me
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| Cause they know
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| I would trade her love for a Grammy
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| But, she wanna, I wanna
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| And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright
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| That’s alright
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| And, she wanna, I wanna
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| And that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright
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| That’s alright |